"When You Call" lyrics

"When You Call"

Make, make, make what you want of me, other part, other piece
But if you could, make it clear
Take, take, take from the shit that you read, how you lost but you're free
Lord, I want out of here

You'll come down to daytime television
You should know, well you should know
Wear me down quoting some new religion
But did you know? But did you know?

When you call and I find where you've gone
Start to believe it, I'll start to believe it
When you call and I can't find where I've gone
Start to believe it, I'll start to believe it

Say, say, say we've got nothing to lose
Well, you don't but I do
If I can, I'll make it clear

Take, take, take all the [?] from my room
Cause you felt kind of blue
I just want out of here

Only you would steal my television
I should know, I should've know
Always come down wearing new religions
Did you know, but did you know?

When you call and I find where you've gone
Start to believe it, I'll start to believe it
When you call and I can't where you've gone
I'll start to believe it, I'll start to believe it


Writer(s): Jack Blades
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